"It is," he said, agreeing with her, "But when I have to get really tough with them, I pretend to be Snape. At least, as much of Snape as I can be. It's definitely a watered down version of him, but it is very effective. The students seem to be realizing that even if I am a nice guy, I am no chum," he said, nodding his head decisively. He enjoyed her snuggling, "Okay, no curmudgeon for me. Definitely not. And it will be at least what? Ten years or so before she's there," and he smiled, "You think I'll still be there by then? You flatter me," he said, grinning. They had reached the alley way where he had brought them, and he turned them into the darkness. His free hand slipped to his wand, ready to protect them should the need come about but there was nothing to fear. They were alone. "Ready?" he said, intent on apparating them to her apartment, "I can take us," he said, and a thrill went through him again, realizing that they were heading home, together, to her flat.
"Of course, apparate away. I have several movies at my house that we can watch." she said with a smile as she slipped her arms around his waist. She was glad that she had come out with him, even if she did feel a little bit drunk from the champagne. She was such a lightweight. She pressed her lips lightly to his pulse.
She almost undid him again with that feather light kiss. Neville leaned away from her, slightly apologetically, so that he could concentrate and then sent them spinning into apparation, to arrive just outside of her building in that corner spot under the trees in shadows. The sound was louder in the quiet, a reason he did not take them straight to her flat. He spoke, "Sorry about that. Your kiss was a bit distracting," he said, but he moved to her, his lips lightly kissing her own neck, "I wouldn't want to spiltch us," he added, speaking into her skin as he laid a few more kisses there before pulling back. "A movie? Well, that would be fun. I've not seen many, only a few at the show. Have you been to the show before?" and he looked slightly embarrassed, "I bet you've been to loads," he said, as his arm came round her as they walked slowly next to each other, strolling almost, "I think one was called...War Stars...no no, that's not right. It was really brilliant though. Loads of sort of magic in it. I do like the films, very much so," he added with a slight wistful tone, "But I'll admit again that I'm not much one for going out. Maybe we could go to one together, sometime?"
"Star Wars." she corrected him as she walked back towards the apartment with him, "Marcus was a fan of that set of movies, there are several of them actually." she said as her fingers laced with his, "I never really understood the premise to be honest, but what Muggles call science-fiction usually does confuse me."
"Star Wars," he said, repeating what Hannah had said. He moved up the steps with her, opening the door to allow her to enter and then following, "It was really creative. I saw another one, about time traveling and changing things in the past. That one was more of an American movie. It was quite funny," he said as they made their way to her place, "There are some really creative ideas out there. Not like Tales of the Beetle Bard. Not like those types of stories at all," he added, reflecting for a moment on his past and the story he would hear.
She gave him a small smile before she stepped into the apartment building, her apartment was on the second floor. She moved up the stairs ahead of him, but kept her fingers tangled with his own, leading him up the stairs. She didn't want him to leave or think that she was boring. She hoped that he wouldn't think that. She hadn't been able to get him out of her mind.